A Smouldering Fire.. Rapture ..Any

[Levi]

Stay safe.

And with another breath, they are as they were before - alone.  She sways and he is there. Without calculation or forethought, he moves to close the gap between them, pressing his dark shoulder into the contrast of her own.

Her words come out barely distinguishable from the current of her breath and he tilts his heavy crown towards her muzzle, furthering their closeness. But his anticipation is not quenched. Blue lips close over the words she can or will not say and he is stranded, a man with his hunger denied. She seems content to let her statement, apology, request or whatever it may have been fizzle and die.  But he is not.

"Rapture." her silence pulls the words from the tightness of his throat. 
"Say it, Rapture. It's ok." His words are nowhere near right. But the curt words, lacking in eloquence, are softened by their texture. Like hers, they are mostly breath but underneath the substance in there, the grit and smoke in the consonance. 

Her hesitation causes him to back to the sky where the raven had disappeared, scanning for any sign of the strange creature. But the dark stallion suspects his cautious glance is worthless.  Such a skilled shifter as her father seemed to be could probably transform himself into a fly if he wished to remain unseen. Part of his mind to dwell on the possibility of such a skill, and how valuable it could be, but Rapture's warmth draws him back to the scene he is in now.

With the flames flickering behind his pupils he trys to will her unspoken words back into exhistance.

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.